This is a song about "More than my grind"

Cause i’m back on my grind

Money back on my mind

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

'cause my cerebrals are more of a higher plane than the hebrews

I make more money now than both my parents combined still,

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

I used to eat more than my actual hunger

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

My lines pick me up more green than an addict’s nose,

I got more raps than christmas, my rhymes are relentless,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Shit i'm lying too! told that bitch i love her for her mind

But i still rap like i'm on my pharoahe monch grind

My mind is more poisonous than a black widow

Never pledge allegiance, god given flow